Simply the Best: Part IV
April 28, 2011 by bluecottonmemory
“All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin”
I think without my husband’s joyful nature, life’s joyful or funny moments would have been like an ESL student trying to keep up with a conversation in that second language. His joyfulness allows me to experience the full spectrum of joy and humor.
Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face. ~Victor Hugo
I have become fluent in boy humor. When it comes to the dance of boy humor, I follow his lead. Boy humor doesn’t belittle; it wrestles, with sparkling eyes. Nothing tips the corners of a mouth up more than boys diving into humor dialog.
“With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things” ~ William Wordsworth
He has taught me the cost of quiet joy. Sitting on a hillside watching a beautiful sunset, or finding monarch’s on springtime’s milkweeds, or listening to catch the first frog croaking in April or getting up super early at the beach to see the Space Shuttle flown home overhead – joy without cost – that would be my guy!
“It seems that laughter needs an echo.” ~Henri Bergson
A movie is only half as funny if he isn’t there watching it with me.
Humor is the great thing, the saving thing. The minute it crops up, all our irritations and resentments slip away and a sunny spirit takes their place.”
His humor allows me to get over stressful moments more quickly – like when my littlest guy at age 3 shaved his head into a reverse mowhawk with his oldest brothers electric razor. My hair stylist had to shave his head and couldn’t shave it as close as he shaved the race track down the middle – needless to say, he looked like a cancer patient through my oldest son’s senior soccer season. Sometimes, I just need my guy’s humor to talk me off the stress ledge.
“Happiness… it lies in the joy of achievement, in the thrill of creative effort.” ~Vincent Van Gogh
He doesn’t like poetry unless it rhymes. He doesn’t write poetry, but in terms of work – and creating through work – well, he finds joy there, whether it is mowing his dad’s farm or creating a product. It is teaching the boys how to make archery bows out of hedge wood, helping a son sand and patch an old truck to paint, or helping another make tables and chairs out of left-over wood. He finds joy in work and helping his sons find that same joy.
“The soul’s joy lies in doing.” ~Percy Bysshe Shelley
An Act of Service Love language can sometimes mascquerde as a work-acholic – but look closely at what those acts are. It’s not just working hard to provide, but it is working hard in helping other people, like how he built his mother a garden wall or surprised my aunt by showing up without being asked to fix her garage door or helping someone move. It is in helping his sons with math and science – who want nothing more than to run and hide from that help. It is surprising me by taking me to a violet patch on his grandmother’s farm so I could make violet jelly and spending the day taking me down long, windy roads to find the perfect picture. It is done with a joyful heart without thought to cost. He’s like that.
I would like to thank Nan over at Little Black Dress Diaries for issuing the 30 Day Awesomeness Challenge about our husbands. I loved the opportunity to talk about my husband – especially since he banned me from saying he was amazing in our Sunday School Class. Of course, I have had 27 years of awesomeness from which to pull my examples!